Wednesday, 29 December 2010
A torn piece of A4 white typek Paper with a centralised verse typed onto it. I realised that it was a poem that my sister Tracy wrote when she was between 10 and 14 years old. I've held onto it since 1994-8 not so much for it's content but because of the raw talent and beautiful style it possesses - read it - you'll agree that it is a beautiful free verse poem.
I only hope that my talented sister is still writing!
"Could it be the one I love,
The one man, the only man that satisfies me.
My lips are dry, my eyes are drenched, is this what is to be?
The honey has grown stale, and my lips know it;
Let them teach my weary soul, for it doesn't understand...
They say I've got gifts beyond the human border,
I've misplaced them. and they live no longer in my soul.
With every tear that splashes onto my chest, I feel freedom.
Then why am I behind bars.
I don't understand the word,
Lines from my jail make it hard to see.
My faith is crushed, but I know you...
Break me from my jail free.
Set freedom in my heart,
Build up my faith with the blood of Christ,
Like glue between broken porcelain.
Dry my eyes and moisten my lips;
With the Word which will be like fresh honey to me.
Let any tear that stumbles from my eyes,
Be rather for the weary at heart than for me.
For the blood of Christ has again and again set me free"
Have a great day
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Monday, 27 December 2010
Change is as good as medicine, maybe better. Except when you go on holiday and your body has a distress freak out and you end up with laryngitis, and your look like swamp thing (me at the moment) but back to my point…my Blog layout. It has changed. If you hate it let me know otherwise the change is here to stay…until I get bored again.
Christmas Eve was fantastic! We made it to Shanyn's without any major catastrophe and were amazed at how much trouble she went too – the table, the food, decorations, everything – I was super impressed – all of that on the hottest day ever. Ever. Ever!
Well, I ate Gammon like a pig, Chicken, Potatoes…you name it and I ate it. Pudding was the most delicious Chocolate mousse ever. Ever. Ever! After opening presents we headed home quite late and were all passed out by midnight.
Christmas Day… wow. We had originally planned on a relaxed 9am present opening but with a child in the house we managed to eek our way to 7am.
My Gran, Mom, Step-Dad, Husband, Daughter and Baby all filled our lounge with ripping paper, squeals of delight and general chaos until the presents were opened. Savanna is in heaven!
We all went to a lovely Church service and then spent the day resting and even fitted in a long cat nap (as a family of four we all seem to sleep at the same time in the afternoon – what a blessing!) and in the afternoon we had a stunning, tasty chilled out braai with my Mom and Step-Dad at their place (next door) all together it was one of the nicest Christmas days.
Boxing Day was also amazing; we were spoiled with an incredible lunch at my Aunt Terri and Uncle Leigh's home in Hawaan Forest Estate. The food was delish! I am so heavy! Kelsey slept the whole way (what a star) and Savanna was an angel.
This is one of the nicest Festive Seasons we have ever had. Blessed our socks off!
Hope that your New Years Eve celebrations are safe.
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Boxing Day originated in England in the middle of the nineteenth century under Queen Victoria. December 26th, or Boxing Day is a holiday celebrated in Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and other Commonwealth countries. It is spent with family and friends at open gatherings with lots of food, fun, friendship and love. Boxing Day is so called because it was the custom on that day for tradesmen to collect their Christmas boxes or gifts in return for good and reliable service throughout the year.
Boxing Day is also St. Stephen's Day. St Stephen was a little known saint who achieved eternal fame by being the first Christian to be martyred for his faith by being stoned to death shortly after Christ's crucifixion.
The traditional celebration of Boxing Day included giving money and other gifts to charitable institutions, needy individuals, and people in service jobs.
The holiday may date from the Middle Ages (A.D. 400's--1500's), but the exact origin is unknown. It may have begun with the lords and ladies of England, who presented Christmas gifts in boxes to their servants on December 26. Or it may have begun with priests, who opened the church's alms (charity) boxes on the day after Christmas and distributed the contents to the poor.
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Tuesday, 21 December 2010
The 20minute journey took over an hour (thank you Western Province) and after parking in 'Parkade B' (uShaka Slang for 'the parking section we have not paved or looked after at all') we paid R15 and walked for three days and two nights till we reached the side entrance behind Moyo.
We were so desperate for the loo by this stage that we hightailed it passed the shops until we found the loo, you know it, it's the only loo in uKaka, I mean uShaka. Well, it seems that 2010 was not kind to the loo's at uKaka. The stats look like something out of news24... 7 out of ten taps are not working. 5 of these are wrapped in gladwrap to stop the leaks. 6 out of 10 toilets do not have: Handles, Locks, Toilet paper, Toilet seats, 1 out of 10 toilets have the sanitizer pad box on TOP of the toilet seat...covered in gladwrap (is there a water tokoloshe that is trapped in there?) I tell you this, since I braved a longdrop in a Zimbabwean township in 2002 - I have not had to 'hover' over a sticky, smelly toilet seat. Come on uShaka, it's tourist season.
Rayz World - a great idea. My only complaint is that children are not given an ID tag, they should have a Parents contact number and code number, the parent should be given the same code number. We lost Savanna a few times and it was quite stressfull! The Island Treasure Snack Bar is manned by the most unhelpful ladies I've ever met. After standing ignored for 5minutes (I stood and watched them pack shelves and wipe the counters... I was the only one there waiting to be served) Feeling like a tarnished treasure...I walked across to the River Lounge to be told that they only sold coffee...and only accept cash - which these parched parentals only found out, once we had excitedly ordered our cappucino's :( The rushed, overcrowded KFC got my money.
The snacks bar had no prices up. You're looking at spending R12.50 Filter coffee. R16.50 Cappucino. R14.50 Cafe Latte. R10 Single Espresso. R20 Double Espresso. Cash. Only.
I am quite shocked at all of the above, we don't often have time to enjoy our touristy spots, but when we do, I really expect the standard to be higher.
From the children's perspective, Savanna and Kelsey have had fun, the playground is safe and well thought out. Kids are easily lost from view and you'd have to visit a few times to enjoy all of the playground. Next time we'll pack a picnic for all of us.
The following is taken from my Husband’s Crit: posted to his Facebook Notes:
“But Rayz Kids World – wow there is nothing like this in Durban. I dispute their claim about being the largest kids play area in Africa. Have they really visited every kids area, in Africa?? It’s not that big but 10 out of 10 for trying. I am a fairly diligent dad yet I lost my daughter at least ten times while we were there. Who knows where on the myriad of tunnels, climbing contraptions, nooks and crannies, and overhangs she was at any one time. As a parent you really can’t keep track of your child properly and have to continually walk around the whole play area as if micromanaging your kid. Add to that all the other children and parents. And further add that there are performance areas for live shows, closed TV rooms (Lazy Lizzard Movie Shack), Builda Block LEGO play areas, painting/activity areas and a toddler play area in the Duzi River Lounge. All of these fantastic facilities are open to all kids all the time (and whoever else may be lurking around). If your kid runs off somewhere without telling you – GOOD LUCK to you!! I don’t recall seeing any CCTV cameras and I am not totally convinced that the gate staff will stop anyone walking out with a kid or even a bigger kid on their own.
I don’t know how long this facility has been open for – nice idea. But it seems as if adults designed it with adults in mind. Kids don’t look after themselves, they have minimum discretion, and no idea about danger. Parents if you go to Rayz Kids World, one of you (probably dad) will be on your feet the whole time.
Maybe I am just a little jaded, in Australia these kind of areas are free, open access public areas, fenced in and secure. You can see your child from any one point in the park meaning a stressless and relaxing time. And the public facilities are a better quality and better design.
Good news though, because there is so much to do and to see at Rayz Kids World you can easily spend 3-4 hours there and still have to come back for more. For only R40 entrance fee, that is good bang for your buck. Oh and there are no other hidden costs (or crookery) like R40 entrance fee BUT you must pay for the rides or pay for entrance to specific areas or access is for only 15 minutes. Rayz Kids World seems to be really about giving kids a place to play. Now that is impressive. These days everyone seems to want to capitalize on a captured market. Rayz Kids World is potentially a stunning facility for ages 2-8 though I will think twice about bringing any kid under 5 – just too much PT for the parents.
Management: Tighten up the security, get rid of the nooks and crannies and make everything visible to the parents from one spot, i.e. the Duzi River Lounge. You want parents to be there and buy coffee don’t you? Look in the photos I took, where are the parents? Oh, and bye the way, your staff look and behave desperately unhappy. I will leave that in your presumably capable hands to sort out. Fix your website, it lies.
Parents: bring a few hundreds in cash, you will need it for food and drinks or you can be smart and bring your own picnic. Take sun block, you will burn in Durban’s summer whether you can see the sun or not. And lastly try not lose your children. It is scary and stressful. In one turn of the head they could be climbing on another contraption and out of sight.
Peace to y’all over this Christmas period.
Francis Doherty-Bigara www.facebook.com/fdbigara ”
Monday, 20 December 2010
Friday, 17 December 2010
Thursday, 16 December 2010
So, my kind Husband booked us in tandem, him first (how regal) followed by my shivering pitiful self. And so, armed with my Twilight novel (Second time) an Apple (best to make a good first impression) and my Blackberry (it's like my Teddy) I am now sitting in the waiting room (smells like Mothballs) and I am waiting my fate ... still waiting.
Leaving the house was an ordeal, my Maid was feeding Kelsey (Night Stalker) her porridge, and Savanna decided that the world would end if we went to the Dentist (now who would tell her something like that?!?) So, she started to flip her lid and do the purple-faced-red-eye-scream that all parents know and loathe. Francis in his manly wisdom, thought it proper to tell her this white lie - 'you might get an INJECTION' if you go' - this SHOULD put any sane child off...not Savanna, she yelled in fever pitch "I'll HAVE a JEKSHIN!! I'll HAVE one! Let me COME!!??!!"
She don't know.
What a Dentist 'IS'
I'll let you know how it goes...Francis has just gone in.
He's cracking jokes.
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When I was in High School I used to perform annually in The Northwood Plays with Rod Steenhuizen. One year we sang a song that has never left me. It taught me to make the most of every day, I hope, truly, that I do just that. These are the words (If there are the odd incorrect lyrics forgive me!)
"The best of times is now,
whats left of summer but a faded rose?
The best of times is now,
but for tomorrow well who knows?
Let's make this moment last,
and live, and love as long as you know how!
Now, not some forgotten yesterday.
Now, tomorrow is to far away"
Beautiful sentiment, no?
Take care everybody
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Saturday, 4 December 2010
Friday, 3 December 2010
The alarm (why did I choose this particular tune?? Sounds like a freaky carnival anthem) has signaled that I am now not allowed to go onto Facebook for 24hrs of Social Networking Detox. This is going to be easy.
This is ridiculous! I have at least 5 notification's (thanks Blackberry) and am not allowed to check! I have a migraine and have baked fish and veggies.
3 minutes of hell. I am now baking Brownies. This is not good for my diet.
SABC3???? I have not watched tv for the past 18weeks. I realise why!! SABC TV is the shytest thing on...er,...TV.
Top Billing - kill me now. Chatting with Kim via sms and Pinnkie via bbm. Wow, I miss trawling walls and stalking all of you guys :(.
Bath time, because i'm not Facebooking I am playing with my daughter. I am 'child' and she is 'mum' special time together :) She's offered to clean my "bumbum" ...and I have declined. I'm now in timeout for bad behaviour!
Bed time. Francis has tried to get me to cheat. Wernich has intercepted this cheating tactic and intervened... I will and CAN do this!!
Kelsey is doing her usual "I don't believe in sleep" jag. We're tired and can't sleep because she cries and demands attention every 30-40mins. Usually Facebook helps me to stay awake. I'm standing up rocking the crib falling asleep.
Wanna cry. Wanna Facebook about it :/
Up again rocking Kelsey to sleep. Have no idea whats happening in the world (ok I lie because I've read News24 cover to digital cover as well as People Magazine online)
I've put my phone on Franc's side of the bed. Just thinking of how many people have connected with me privately :) nice. Pinnkie, Kim and Bronwyn - BBM and SMS 'like the 'old days'...
Grumpy Savanna and tired Franc have left for school and stressed mommy and grumpy Kelsey are left behind. This is usually when I catch up on notification's and generally be a silly munky. But,...i'll stay away. Cos' I can can can!
I tried on my Cabaret dresses yesterday (OMG my ass is bigger!!) and I have some weight to lose before opening night 26th January! Looking forward to sequinning and beading them up so I can be a flashy Diva!
Just been thinking of how Facebook has changed the way an entire generation thinks, instead of internalising an experience and appreciating it in the moment - we have all confessed that we immediately get a 'perfect status' that we could post. We never thought like this before, is this really an addiction (Kelsey is crappin' nappy next to me...hard being philosophical while your nose is being viciously pooh-attacked by the vilest fecal matter known to man...) anyway, it definitely is an addiction (Facebook, not the pooh) to quote Bronwyn 'just got my fix' why do we feel gratification? (I can tell you, having witty friends who post hysterical comments helps - I have never laughed so much as on Facebook) There must be an endorphine release. Facebook is Chocolate. Therefore, Facebook makes your bum look fat. Case closed.
Watching Kelsey eat her foot...this is great :/ sooooo awesome and fun. Bleh.
Sister Sheila called, our plan of action with Night Stalker us this: (helpmejesus)
12pm veggies, carrot, sweet potato, butternut
5pm formula bottle
repeat x 1258643289652 !!!!!
Porridge is done, Kelsey is happy. I'm feeling stressed and anxious about working from home with a baby and no maid...
Kelsey won't feed :/ Sister Sheila says she might have a virus - she's had ugly nappies today...(remember the napalm nappy from earlier?)
I have steamed: Carrot, Sweet Potato and Butternut for one week - freezing them for each days use ;) Kleva = Me :)
Kelsey has eaten a whole stack of veggies... might have to make more :/. This child has hollow legs! At 4 months she's as long as...um, if the top of her head is level with my shoulder her feet are at my knees! How did she EVER fit inside me??! Ama-Zing. I'm bored and slightly curious about Facebook...maybe just...a...peek...NO! I CAN do this! **sigh**
Francs home from the evil world of SARS (not the international virus!...the tax man you silly billy!) We all fell asleep - love working from home!
OMG!!! Wikileaks!!! Evil American bastards!!
I am SO close to the end of my Facebook Fast :) :) :) I have had a few "we miss you" messages through bbm, sms, email and through the sexy portal of Francis (you sneaky people have tried to break through my detox you munky's!!) The truth is this - I miss you all too. Even the wierd guy in my friends list who sends me Al Quaida stuff - Amed, hold on to the dream bro! (not) I'm close to my goal. I did it. So wah!.
We have a possible show to watch tonight @ The Courtyard, Franc is finding out the details.......... :)
Sheryl is here!! We've all eaten 2min noodles and its time for Kelsey's porridge, bottle, bath, bed... Finished dressing Sheryl for her 60's do... Getting dressed for the show.
Kelsey bathed, fed and dressed. Savanna's bathing in Kelsey's baby bath...
Yay!! I made it! Facebook time :)
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
the cheddar in my cheese...
The song in my heart and,
The quiver in my knees.
You laugh at my corn,
You were there when 'they' were born,
Your touch brings calmness in,
And you are my mc'Lovin
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Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
...Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
Monday, 1 November 2010
My only concern is this - that the passifying words of Government will never translate into action. We have been hearing these words of agreement and understanding but have yet to see any major changes. I personally feel that, instead of playing like jealous children guarding their toys - the Government and other political parties should unite with one goal - the "fixing, healing and unifiying" of this country.
Friday, 29 October 2010
Thursday, 28 October 2010
I received this email today and would like to share it – I cannot vouch for it's authenticity but can admit that it is food for thought,
"The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejewelled trees, Christmas trees... I don't feel threatened.. I don't feel discriminated against... That's what they are, Christmas trees.
It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu.. If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.
In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (Regarding Hurricane Katrina).. Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'
In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbour as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said okay.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God, and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing yet?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.
Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
Pass it on if you think it has merit.
If not, then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,
Monday, 25 October 2010
Read through the following and then think clearly and carefully. Is Press Freedom a good thing? Is it worth shutting up the many wrongful articles in favour of silence when it only takes one correct article to expose corruption…
Friday, 17 September 2010
Have a wonderful day,
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This was the blessed experience that I mentioned:
Two weeks before the 3rd of September 2010 I held a secret meeting with a saddened Groom whose Fiancé was spiralling into wedded "un-bliss"… Due to unresolved issues and time/budget constraints the happy couple were resigned to merely "getting hitched on paper" and not experiencing the joy of a real wedding.
After our hush hush meeting we had 14 days to organise a wedding…a SECRET wedding. The dress. The food. The venue. The décor. The music. The family. All had to be organised in less than two weeks!
With little sleep, many pin stabbed fingers and after driving all over Durban for fabric and catering, we managed to pull it off! The wedding was awesome! A Paw Paw Productions SA first : )
4 days before the wedding date, all invitations had gone out and everything was secured and ready… I phoned the groom and said – let's tell her and just stop the misery!! SO I had the pleasure of saying the VERY TV line… "Hi there, do you know why I'm calling?...well, my name is Sandy and I am your WEDDING PLANNER… just confirming that EVERYTHING is ready for Friday…can you come for a dress fitting?" The response of "Are there camera's?? is this real??" made me cry…
Glad we could help guys, may your union be blessed.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
I have been blessed enough to be a part of a beautiful secret. Next Friday I will write up my experience and post it here.
What a wonderful thing it is to be able to help others. Truly.
What a wonderful thing, when we see the fruit of unpaid labour – when an unexpected outpouring of love becomes a physical representation, an act of kindness – we are fed. We are full.
I am so glad to have a chance to pay it forward, and pay it back… I have had much kindness shown to me in my lifetime.
Have a great week.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Saturday, 10 July 2010
When I was pregnant with Savanna, God put into my heart the desire to give Annie Skea a scripture. One that would show her that what she was doing was blessed and condoned by God. I prayed and nothing came about. After I gave birth to Savanna I decided that I was going to do a painting for Annie to thank her. I lay in the bath and started to sing one of my most precious Aria's (Light Opera) one that I performed in 2006. As I lay in the bath singing, I stopped on a word. I stopped on another word – and then I started to laugh. God had used an old song to remind me of the perfect scripture for Annie!
"Come unto Him all ye that labour, come unto Him ye that are heavy laden, and He will give you rest"
2010/July - Sandy and Kelsey
While waiting for Kelsey to be born, I had a problem with my hips being sore and they were tortioned about 2inches out from each other. This caused a little bit of discomfort and false labour etc. There was also the problem of Kelsey being on the wrong side…I wanted to know that I would be looked after during labour and I was needing reassurance. Annie sms'd me one night and reminded me of how active the Spirit of God had been in my last labour and it encouraged me so much.
On the 10th July I decided on a whim to buy myself a Bible. One in particular stood out, and I bought it right there. It is a devotional Bible with daily scriptures. I wasn't going to read it until I had had Kelsey but I was really urged to start straight away. I lay down and read the 10th July Scriptures: Isaiah 40 – Isaiah 44 then did the devotional.
I underlined a scripture while reading and didn't think any more of it. This was at about 12:30 midday.
At 18:00 I was sitting outside and started to sing again… (The same opera piece that I haven't sung since that night in the bath) I didn't think anything of it.
When I walked into my house I laughed and said to my husband "…isn't it funny - I think I found the same scripture that I put on Annie's painting today while I read… and I sang the same song outside…"
I then was urged strongly by God to share this with Annie.
As I opened the new Bible I realised that it couldn't be the same scripture as this one was in Isaiah…not Matthew and the words were different. But as I sat and read the underlined scripture – really puzzled, I started to laugh…The verse that I underlined was actually the second verse of the same opera, and not the first verse as with Annie's Scripture!
I had no idea that the opera was made up of scriptures from the Old AND new Testament!
"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd, and He shall gather the lambs (young) in his arms, and He will give them rest. And gently lead those that are with (delivering) young"
God really has encouraged me – I am NOT alone. He WILL be there and I am amazed that He used scriptures from such a special Opera, at the RELEVANT time, to touch two people – myself and Annie. God is amazing.
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
I was driving to church to drop off the invites to my baby shower this morning, when I had the most amazing experience. As I drove down the road I passed so many cars decorated with flags, banners, stickers, rear view window flag 'sox' and other colourful Soccer World Cup décor. I was quite suddenly amazed at our flag.
Let's think about it a bit. When the flag first came out back in the day, as a country we thought "cool it's like the rainbow man…" followed by "how come our colour isn't as big as that colour…" (There are always 'trolls' who like to rain on our parade and mention the small things to bring out negativity…) but, as I drove down Northumberland Cr almost every house in the street had erected flag poles, with large brightly coloured SA flags blowing in the morning breeze.
I suddenly thought about it all a lot more…
The person/committee responsible for designing/approving our flag seemed to hit our country on the mark. Yes, we have problems – who doesn't? But one thing is true – we are a colourful, dynamic, hearty, humorous, outrageous, loud and proud people.
The SA flag is bright - but I think that the wild colour is directly in line with the people that live here. With stress on the word "wild" we can be out of control, we can embarrass ourselves and our country with our lack of restraint 'touch me on my studio' 'white tendencies' 'bloody agent' to name but a few.
The SA flag is fragmented – this is a puzzle-piece-flag, different shapes, sizes and yes, fragmented, just like the people that live here. We are a broken nation. Every single class, race and culture is still reeling from the effects of our forefathers. There is not one group that has not been tragically affected. Mindsets, reactions, upbringing, inbred feelings are all a part of the "new struggle" we are a butterfly in a cocoon trying to break free from the bonds of history. A fragmented people: Those who were repressed – there is the healing of wounds and the act of constant forgiveness. Those who were witness to the oppression – there is the sadness and ever present guilt that forms the glue between our life experiences. Those who oppressed – there is sadness at the lack of understanding or the anger at not being in a position of power any longer. Those who continue to oppress – there is the self righteousness that comes from ignorance. Those who choose to hate/not forgive/not forget, those who stir up racial hatred in any direction, those who light the smouldering fire of resentment and xenophobia in others – there is an anger that nothing but radical conversion can correct.
The SA flag is all on one page – we can learn a lesson from our flag, there is no colour bleed, no one shape or colour pushes itself onto another shape or colour. Tolerance, understanding and giving one-another space, we need to learn from our flag.
The SA flag is NOT unified – The flag is great as it is, it is great in its diversity. It is inspiring in its wildness, its crazily South African flavour that no one class or culture group can claim. It is a wonderful bright fragmented result of Africa. Just like the rest of us.
Viva South Africa.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Vanuatu - closely resembles our flag
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Tuva - closely resembles our flag
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
Well, I am soon officially on maternity leave… I am hoping this will clear up my hectic schedule so that I can finally blog again.
I have been so fortunate since I last wrote a blog for this uh…blog. My husband has joined my company and we're soaring to new heights, my little girl is 2 now and quite a dramatic handful (she is awesome!) and my shows have entertained nearly 200 thousand children. Yes. No typo. I still get a little weird thinking about the sheer volume!
I am nearing 34 weeks pregnant now and I'm starting to look like the preggy photo's from my last pregnancy : ) I will post a picture or two from my recent preggy shoot with Kim Swan Photography – I think they are awesome, I have a talent photographer for a friend!
I spend most of my time writing absolute nonsense on facebook – it is entertaining…I very happily found an old CD that I had lost quite some time (and two house moves) ago, it is a dance/trance album that I did in 2007. I have posted some of the material on www.myspace.com/sandybigaradance go have a listen. My favourite is Speed Trip. It really encapsulates my hectic life at the moment.
Well, I hope to get back into the groove of things and write a little bit every now and then.